Her Name is
Rose
The first day of school our
professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we
didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched
my shoulder.
I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old
lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm
eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of
course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.
'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent
age?' I asked.
She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich
husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...'
'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may
have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
'I always dreamed of having a college education
and now I'm getting one!' she told me.
After class we walked to the student union
building and shared a chocolate milkshake.
We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I
was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her
wisdom and experience with me..
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus
icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up
and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students.
She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to
speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She
was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her
prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and
simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this
whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me
just tell you what I know.'
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, '
We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
playing.
There are only four secrets to staying young,
being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every
day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead
and don't even know it!
There is a huge difference between growing older
and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for
one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years
old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do
anything I will turn eighty-eight.
Anybody! Can grow older. That doesn't take any
talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in
change. Have no regrets..
The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we
did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death
are those with regrets.'
She concluded her speech by courageously singing
'The Rose..'
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and
live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the
college degree she had begun all those years ago.
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in
her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her
funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's
never too late to be all you can possibly be.
When you finish reading this, please send this
peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy
it!
These words have been passed along in loving
memory of ROSE.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP
IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.
God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage..
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Pass this message on to 7 people.
You will receive a miracle tomorrow
If you don't think
so,
Look out your window when you wake up
in the morning and think about it.
If you choose not,
Then you refuse to bless someone else.
'Good friends are like stars.
You don't always see them,
But you know they are always there.'
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